She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

Love is always dangerous. To love is to hope you'll win it all while running the risk that you could lose it all. And sometimes it's also about accepting that there's a risk that you'll love more than you are loved.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

When you decide to hit rock bottom, humiliation is part of the deal.